Edited: 21/10/21

Waking up in someone else's bed was a strange experience — especially when they were still technically a stranger, and she had only known his name for maybe ten hours. But with Claire's arms wrapped around her waist, Blair was fairly certain she was safe.

Matt (it was weird knowing his name) had previously insisted the two take his bed whilst he had the sofa. Claire had said they'd go home, but Blair had dragged the woman to the bed and shut off the second she hit the pillow.

Blair turned around and poked Claire, continuously until the other woman gave in and woke up.

Claire smacked her arm away, face screwed into annoyance. "What?"

"Good morning, sleeping beauty." The ballerina whispered, pecking Claire on the nose — the nurse groaned in response, going to turn around. Blair gripped her tightly. "Wake the fuck up."

"Blair, I will kill you."

"My dads a police man."

"I'm a nurse, I can make it look like an accident."

"This is why Cassie is my favourite."

"I thought it was JJ."

"No, he's just lacks a life as much as I do. Cassie has been my favourite since birth."

Claire hummed, unwrapping her arms from Blair and laid on her back, running her hands down her face. "Why do I live with you?"

"Because I'm really hot, smart and because you want me to bang you."

"Definitely not." Claire shook her head, rolling her eyes as Blair rolled on top of her.

Blair's hands rested either side of Claire's head, pinning the woman under her, a wide grin on her face. "Uh, huh."

"Get off, you weirdo." Claire gently pushed the woman off her.

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Claire was in the shower. Blair was sat at the table, looking through her phone. Matt was in the kitchen cooking.

Blair couldn't help but watch him, her head tilted as she turned her phone of. "Do you cook for all the girls you bring back?" She asked, moving her legs to sit crossed legged.

"No, just the ones that keep me alive." Matt told her.

Blair laughed quietly to herself. She had to admit she believed she was doing a pretty good job considering he was still alive, and they had first met about a just over a week prior to the last nights incident.

"Got a job, or are you Batman, but actually blind? Wait does Bruce Wayne have a job?" Blair asked, gently tapping her fingers against her legs.

"No, I have a job." Matt chucked, fixing up a meal for his two injured guests.

"Damn, thought I got lucky, then again there would twelve million orphans running around the apartment." Blair joked. "What are you, job wise?"

"Lawyer. I have a practice, so my own boss."

"Oh aren't you lucky." She hated her boss, she didn't know why exactly, just that she didn't go to work. "So what? You're literally enforcing the law as much as possible? Do you have some weird law kink?" She thought for a second, smiling at Matts laugh. "So lawyer by day, vigilante by night. How's that working out for you?"

"Yeah, I'll let you know when I figure it out."

"Don't your friends pick up on it, like weird cuts, smelling people on the third floor, all that stuff?" Blair asked, Matt didn't answer, there really wasn't anything to say to it.

Blair moved slightly. "Ow! Fuck me." Blair hissed, moving her hand to her back, trying to feel for the open scar. She brought her hand back to see blood decorating her middle and ring finger.

"Not yet, Blair Scott."

"Yeah, great. Just dying over here, but don't worry you continue fantasising about me." She muttered as Matt made his way to her side.

"You just opened one of the cuts on your back."

"Ok, what the fuck?"

"I can taste copper in the air." Matt told her, walking over to the female.

"Copper in the air." Blair repeated, a tiny smile on her lips. It had been a long while since she had been exposed to enhanced sense, she almost forget how weird it was. She hated the man she originally associated enhanced senses too but he had given her some good life lessons and a brilliant best friend. "You remind me of someone. Oh, no, I have issues, ew!"

"May I?" Matt asked, standing behind the women, whilst gesturing to her back. He much rather swiftly leave this conversation that included her having a mild beak down.

"Knock yourself out." Blair said, pulling the shirt over her head and held it over her bra. She inhaled sharply at the exposure of her back as she felt his fingers against her bare skin.

"The swelling's down. Rib fractured only a hairline, at the back as well. I couldn't tell before."

"Brilliant, my dance teacher is going to skin me alive." She commented, pulling her (well, his) shirt back on. "Gonna explain how you know, else I'm gonna presume you have eyes in your hands." Blair shuddered at the memory of the weird Spanish demon monster thing from the film she watched. She supposed she had to act like she was new to this — Blair was sure he picked up on it.

Matt's head tilted to side. She knew more then she let on but she hadn't proven herself a threat. "I can hear your bones shift when you breathe. No grinding means nothing's broken."

"What does a hairline fracture sound like?" Blair asked, turning to face the man.

"An old ship."

"Not going to ask why you listen to old ships in your free time. You're blind, completely then, like no light or shadows, no nothing? What does that look like? I've wanted to know for ages but the person I knew as a child would kill me in a heartbeat if I asked questions. How does it work, the senses? Doesn't it overstimulated you and give you sensory overload?"

"I guess you have to think of it as more than just five senses. I can't see, not like everyone else, but I can feel. Things like: balance and direction, micro-changes in air density, vibrations, blankets of temperature variations. Mix all that with what I hear, subtle smells. All of the fragments form a sort of impressionistic painting." Matt explained, taking a seat next to her.

Blair took his hand's, rubbing her thumb over his knuckles. "What does that . . . how . . . I don't know how to ask with out sounding off."

"Just ask, Blair, I'm sure I've heard worse."

"What does that physically create in you head?"

"A world on fire." Matt answered in a heartbeat.

Blair looked at him, her brows furrowed. "Honestly, no offence, but if I saw a world on fire as you say, I think I'd actually just end it, or punch even more people." She didn't like fire, at all, mostly because of Mary Rose Leeds' crash included a lot of fire and Blair had seen numerous of videos and pictures from it.

"Blair, they know who you are now. And they're not going to stop. I'd like you to stay here, with me just till I figure something out." Matt said, before quickly adding: "With Claire."

"That's one way to get a girl move in." Blair smiled, a small laugh leaning her lips.

"It worked, didn't it?"

"Who's to say?"

"You." Matt said, gently resting her hand on her thigh — closer to her knee.

Blair looked down, how was she supposed to explain all of this to her dad. 'Oh hey dad, I'm not living at home, yeah no, me and Claire have moved into this guys house, we've known him for like a week very almost two, and he's blind but it's all good cause he's super attractive and he's really good at fighting.' That probably wouldn't go down well with her father. Harry wasn't exactly a move in before first date kinda guy. Well that's what he did, but that was more of a 'have a kid, be absent for three years, get the mother and daughter to move in and then marry the mother' thing.

Blair watched Matt, her eyes mostly on his lips as she realised how near they were. He had dragged his chair closer.

Matt listened to the micro signals, carefully and cautiously placing a finger under her chin. He listened as her heart picked up its pace as he angled her head, resting his hand under her jaw.

Blair let out a small breath — she was very glad she had brushed her teeth about half an hour ago with a spare toothbrush. This man had super-senses and she didn't need to be embarrassed right now.

And very slowly their lips met. It short lived. Sweet but short as Matt pulled away upon hearing Claire come out of the shower.

"I was wondering if that was ever gonna happen."

"Well, I've been a little busy."

"Busy half dying? Yeah I know."

"I'll get you some clothes while I'm out."

"Mmm. Why don't you go to the police? With all that you have on the Russians?" Blair asked, watching Matt get up whilst Claire walked in.

Claire looked at Blair, pointing between the two with a knowing look.

"I wear a mask and beat up people. Doesn't exactly mesh with police policy."

"Some of them are actually pretty chill with what you do, they just don't like not knowing who you are." Blair told him. "But there are a lot who'd happily rip your throat out."

"You're going to end up in another dumpster, you try to take down the entire Russian mob yourself." Claire said, sitting next to Blair.

"Like that's gonna stop him." Blair said to her roommate.

"Maybe I only need to take down one man." Matt told the twenty six year old.

"Knowing you're luck, you'll still some how hold on to life." Blair mumbled. "So you're gonna go after Fisk?"

"Fisk?"

"I'll tell you later." Blair told Claire.

"Cut off the head of the snake, the body dies."

"Great research. Isn't that how most things work?" Blair said, her lips pursed. "Plus, how do you know he's the 'head of the snake' if you can't find anything on him?"

"There was a murder in a bowling alley. A man named Prohaszka. Owned a majority in Kitchen Cabs. They were turning those over in the garage they took me to. I think Fisk hired the man that killed Prohaszka. Everything leads back to him but no one will talk."

Claire cleared her throat, trying to work out what she's missed because of her work or because she was in the shower. "Maybe you are beating on the wrong people. I heard a name, when they were... The prick with the baseball bat reacted when he heard it. Like a dog when you yank his leash."

"I want a dog." Blair said to her roommate. Claire sighed, and told Blair that this wasn't the time. "You mean Vladimir?"

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Blair was on her phone, emailing her boss and teachers, trying to explain why she won't be coming to school or to dance and why she won't be doing long work shifts. Her dance teacher completely understood when Blair said she fractured a rib, but her school teacher and her boss didn't get the hint.

Claire was examining the phone Matt taken."There're no numbers in this, no contacts." Claire said, looking through the phone.

"Burner phone not a main phone." Blair spoke up, putting her middle finger up at her phone screen. "Me and Cassie had them."

"Why?"

"I don't know, we just did."

"It was buzzing."

Blair rolled her eyes at her teacher, her teacher didn't believe her.

"Did someone leave a message?" Matt asked.

"Um... No, a text."

"Same thing, isn't it?"

Her boss finally got back to her, saying she could do the night shift. Blair grinned, the night shifts were the best shifts, there were less customers and less annoying coworkers that also didn't want to be there. The only problem we're the drunks and criminals that roamed the streets.

"What's it say?"

"It's a list of locations. Four of them, forty seventh and twelfth, fort eighth and  ninth, forty second and tenth, forty forth and eleventh." Claire read out.

"Forty forth and eleven?" Matt asked.

"Yeah."

"Isn't that a restaurant?" Blair asked, glancing up quickly.

"Troika Restaurant." Matt agreed with her.

"Where they were holding that boy?" Claire asked, watching Blair grin as she turned her phone off.

"These addresses, they're listing where the Russians are."

"Who'd you steal this from?" Blair asked, sitting cross legged on the sofa.

"Cop."

"So the police are compromised or on the case?"

"They're compromised. Killed a Russian for him, right inside the precinct. Then later he gets that list of addresses. I'm betting I'll find Vladimir at one of them."

"Matt, wait, just..." Claire said, interrupting Matt getting ready to go work. "What are you going to do?" Claire asked, thinking of the worst outcomes.

"Whatever it takes."

"Um, when we were on that roof you told that Russian that you hurt people because you enjoy it." Claire spoke up, trying to back Blair.

"And you said you didn't believe that." Matt added, showing he knew exactly what Claire was on about.

"I can't believe that. Because if I do, that means you're not the man that I believe you to be." Claire said, offering Blair her hand.

"I need to be the man this city needs."

"That's an excuse." Blair spoke up, playing with Claire's hand whilst looking at Matt.

"What do you want me to do, Claire, Blair? Let them tear Hell's Kitchen apart? Let them win?" Matt asked, snapping at the younger woman.

"What you do is important, we aren't denying that, I get that, I do understand that it's important and you think it's the right thing, but you were so worried last night about the people who get hurt, you're going to hurt yourself. You hated the pain you had caused last night, you couldn't stand it." Blair started, straightening her body when she felt pain in her stomach and ribs. "But I can't let myself carry on liking a guy who's close to becoming what he hates." Her head at this point was looking at the floor, guilty of what she was saying.

"You're right you shouldn't."